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71 Visit from St.TVicholas

T*y Clement C.Moore

With Pictures by Jessie Willcox Smith

Houghton TVfifHin Company

"Boston and "New York

Copyright © 1912 by Houghton Mifflin Company

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HC ISBN 0-395-06952-1
PA ISBN 0-395-64374-0

Printed in the United States of America

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INTRODUCTION

MID the many celebrations last Christmas Eve, in various places
by different persons, there was one, in New York City, not like
any other anywhere. A company of men, women, and children
went together just after the evening service in their church, and,
standing around the tomb of the author of "A Visit from St.
Nicholas," recited together the words of the poem which we all
know so well and love so dearly.

Dr. Clement C. Moore, who wrote the poem, never expected
that he would be remembered by it. If he expected to be famous at all as a writer, he
thought it would be because of the Hebrew Dictionary that he wrote.

lie was born in a house near Chelsea Square, New York City, in 1781; and he lived
there all his life. It was a great big house, with fireplaces in it; — just the house to be
living in on Christmas Eve.

Dr. Moore had children. He liked writing poetry for them even more than he liked
writing a Hebrew Dictionary. He wrote a whole book of poems for them.

One year he wrote this poem, which we usually call "T was the Night before Christ-
mas," to give to his children for a Christmas present. They read it just after they had

hung up their stockings before one of the big fireplaces in their house. Afterward, they
learned it, and sometimes recited it, just as other children learn it and recite it now.

It was printed in a newspaper. Then a magazine printed it, and after a time it was
printed in the school readers. Later it was printed by itself, with pictures. Then it was
translated into German, French, and many other languages. It was even made into
"Braille"; which is the raised printing that blind children read with their fingers. But
never has it been given to us in so attractive a form as in this book. It has happened that
almost all the children in the world know this poem. How few of them know any Hebrew!

Every Christmas Eve the young men studying to be ministers at the General Theologi-
cal Seminary, New York City, put a holly wreath around Dr. Moore's picture, which is on
the wall of their dining-room. Why? Because he gave the ground on which the General
Theological Seminary stands? Because he wrote a Hebrew Dictionary? No. They do
it because' he was the author of "A Visit from St. Nicholas."

Most of the children probably know the words of the poem. They are old. But the
pictures that Miss Jessie Willcox Smith has painted for this edition of it are new. All the
children, probably, have seen other pictures painted by Miss Smith, showing children at
other seasons of the year. How much they will enjoy looking at these pictures, showing
children on that night that all children like best, — Christmas Eve!

E. McC.

'T was the Night before Christmas

' WAS the night before Christmas, when all through

the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse ;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there ;

HE children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar- plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,

HEN out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

HE moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

ITH a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by

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On, Comet ! on, Cupid ! on, Donder and Blitzen !
To thejtop of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! "

S dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.

ND then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I- drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

E was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

IS eyes — how they twinkled ! his dimples how merry
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

HE stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.

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E was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself ;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

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E spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

E sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night. 99

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